But nowadays, mercenaries seem different.
They love putting themselves in the spotlight to boost fame—which is why BingBing’s flooded with all sorts of bizarre headlines.
“Still,” Tina added with a playful wink, “since little Sasha already agreed to continue the Faithhunter Goggles trial, uploading videos is just part of the experience.”
Sasha had expected that. No wonder she stayed silent earlier.
*Whatever. Ever since Kong Li, things spiraled out of control anyway. Might as well go all out.*
“So… what *is* this ‘30’?” Sasha steered back to the topic.
Tina replied smoothly, “It’s the Faith Power generated by viewers through the video—all stored inside the Faithhunter Goggles.”
“Just one video gathered thirty points? I remember you said one believer contributes about a hundred per day. So slaying a low-tier monster earned me a third of a believer’s daily Faith Power?”
“This is only the start. Few know little Sasha yet. Once you go viral? Numbers will soar.”
Tina turned, stepped before Sasha, and rested her right hand above the goggle frame.
“A nearly invisible button lies here. Press it, and this Faith Power becomes your aid.”
“Aid?”
“Simple—just like channeling spiritual energy. Try it. Draw ten points into your fist.”
Tina’s clear explanation eased Sasha’s wariness. *At this point, she’d have no reason to scheme against me…*
(Though honestly, Sasha was already overthinking it.)
Mimicking Tina, Sasha placed her index finger on the frame.
The number in the corner dropped: 30 → 29.
Releasing her finger halted the decline.
A warm current flowed from her mind through her body—like sipping hot water on a freezing day, cozy and gentle.
“Using just one point has no visible effect. Faith Power disperses internally.” Tina raised a finger. “We’ll discuss mechanics later. Time to test the goggles’ real power.”
…
This time, Sasha believed.
Finger pressed again—29 → 19. She released.
A scorching surge flooded in. *Exactly like spiritual energy.*
She deliberately channeled it into her left fist.
*In this moment… I could shatter anything.*
—ROAR!
A Grade D monster burst forth: a black wild boar, bloodshot eyes blazing, charging fearlessly at Tina’s group.
Sasha lunged forward in a flash, shielding Tina, and swung her left fist!
**BOOM!!**
Like a detonation!
The boar flew backward, smashed through two trees, and collapsed—its skull crushed, dead instantly.
Sasha stared at her trembling fist. *My attack?*
She’d thrown strength into it, yes—but normally, the boar would’ve only staggered back. Not… this.
“This is Faith Power, little Sasha,” Tina’s voice came softly behind her.
“You saw it. This is *faith*—power born from others’ recognition, collectively created and given to you.”
*Recognition.*
*Faith.*
Putting yourself out there isn’t just inviting judgment.
Yes, malice and insults will come.
But righteous deeds earn praise.
And now… that praise became power, fighting beside her.
*Yes!*
With this… maybe she *could* defeat the Lionbite Shark.
“The sky’s fully dark now,” Agnes murmured, gazing beyond the Black Forest.
“How long since we entered?”
“About two hours.”
“Then… dinner time.”
She strode to the fallen boar, hands on hips, sighing. “We’ll use this.”
“Huh? Wait—wait! I brought emergency rations!” Sasha blurted.
“Nonsense, little Sasha. On missions, we use local resources. No outside food. What if you’re stranded someday with nothing? How will you survive?”
Agnes had a point…
But Sasha shuddered, staring at the boar’s wide, eerie-glinting eyes. *Can this really be eaten?*
“Per Imperial Food Quality Committee data,” Xue Die chimed in smoothly, “Grade D Blackblood Boar is certified edible—excellent texture.”
“If ingredients suffice, I can prepare a ‘Blood Butterfly Platter.’ 30% chance of a ‘Delicious Blood Butterfly Platter.’”
*Sigh… She’s quoting game mechanics again.*
“Then Tina and little Sasha will set up camp here!” Tina beamed. “My first time camping outdoors—it’s so fun!”
*Uh…* Sasha blinked. *She’s never camped? Truly a rich girl.*
*Well… today she’ll learn the misery of mosquitoes and bugs.*
“Okay… I’ll use my tent…”
Sasha recalled sharing a small secondhand tent with Roland. Tight for four, but maybe—
She turned to retrieve it from her Spatial Storage Ring.
And froze.
A two-story mini villa stood right before her.
*Huh? What is this?!*
“Well, it’s a bit plain,” Tina said, hands on hips, flushed with effort, “but camping calls for simplicity!”
*Simple…?*
*THIS is SIMPLE?!*
It looked more luxurious than any home Sasha had ever seen!!
“Hm? Little Sasha, flip the switches around it. Auto-foundation secures it—even in gales, totally safe!”
“B-but… what if a monster crashes in?”
Tina laughed. “Don’t judge this portable dormitory by looks. It auto-deploys a camouflage barrier. Even a Grade B monster would struggle to break through. Trust the quality.”
